Sphere

He orders cuttlefish and drinks beer from a bottle As white powder falls from the sky In this slow motion fantasy around their china bodies He puts out his cigarette on the table Grinding it in like charcoal star Then he twists and turns and fades away No more the artist, the writer, the father Just a man made of china in a world full of glass And we break so easily And we break so peacefully We hold ourselves as we discuss Do not let anything penetrate our peace "Comfortably Numb" plays in distantly Echoes from another world We hold ourselves as we discuss Do not let anything penetrate our peace "Comfortably Numb" plays in distantly Echoes from another world